Monday, April 29, 2019

Only yesterday

Thanks to one of my fans, must be the most patient fan, who reminded me that I often get the dates wrong, by years. I admit that's probably true for somethings. But to me a lot of things seem to have happened only yesterday. Because I still got it?

I meet a woman in a hotel lounge last month. When she was standing under the spotlight, The Lady in Red was written for her. She was standing tall, so intimidating that I didn't even try to take a good at her. She has short blonde hair, stylish. Her pale skin sharply contrasts with her very red dress. I didn't look at her feet but later found out that she was on heels. She left the others and came in for a break perhaps.

Actually, we started a conversation in a private dark corner! What's the chance? It was dark and too close so I couldn't see much. But she is the definition of slim and she fits her long, simple, elegant, body-hugging dress. If she fits the difficult dress like that she could be in her early twenties, thirties maybe. If she is in her 40's and above, she has to be one in a million. And I couldn't say she has a beautiful face. But if her face disappoints she probably won't dress to the nine's like that.

More surprisingly is her story. In no time she said she hate events. So even the dumbest geek in the world know how to take the bait. I asked her what was the event. She is in medical research and that day was fundraising. And obviously, because she is so good looking, they dig her out of the lab to socialize with the rich patrons. I was so in love with her right out of the bat, if only she wasn't so intimidating.

Perhaps she understands geek and she knows that she is just so intimidating, she just poured out her story. She speaks elegantly but managed to tell me a lot without any help from me. She is born and bred locally. Whenever she comes back from aboard, she hates the place and maybe don't like the country either. Wow, each and every one of her rants are so up my alley. We could have such great conversations. We could have been soulmates.

But I think what she sees in me is something I am not anymore. So I just listen without trying to score anything. I don't see what's her point talking to a middle-aged man with wife and kids. I know I look, and in fact, so intellectual but I am always the underachiever.

And she even kicked off her heels in the dark and walked a few steps on occasions like Cinderella. So lovely. I can't stop thinking that she was trying to impress me and not intimate me but encourage me. But I have no clue what she was thinking. She was totally sober. Maybe she was a bit older wanting to score a college student? LOL. Maybe she likes someone mature but not looking like a walking penguin? Maybe she brought into my stereotype - well educated and successful but good looking? Wait till I emerge from the darkness. And I'm the type who may buy a red dress and ask Caroline to wear it. Then fuck the hell out of her. She left everything open when she told me she is waiting table again.

The week before last. I overheard a few teens on my back. One girl was interested in a guy. The other mean girl shot her down, saying that his haircut looks like he's 30's but he is 50's. I was like really going to ask her where he cut his hair, Tony & Guy and the sort? But it dawned on me that she was talking about me and my Flowbee. It was so mean. But I take it as a compliment for the 30's bit and the compliment for my hair.

Not a month before I overhead a few Asian girls and a guy at my back. Obviously, one Asian girl is the leader of the pack; the others won't say no to her. She starts saying how beautiful her cousins are. Basically, she is boasting how beautiful she is. Once when she was in BCH, a popular Korean restaurant for Asians young and old, a girl came up just to say how beautiful she is.

But why? Your friends all know that. Your new friends? They all sat there like dummies. You can say you are the queen of America and they won't say anything else. I know where it is going. Maybe she starting all that because I never looked at her given many chances. And I'm not going to. What's the point. I don't think she has a father complex. I don't think she's the type looking for love over money.

She went on to say her cousins are cheerleaders. Good for them. It doesn't work. I was sitting tight, not moving my head a bit. Then she tried something else, her friends and relatives all go to universities like so and so, all the famous and not so famous CA universities. Well, I was thinking WTF. Is she 16/17 looking for a few mature brave men?

A woman tried to get me into karaoke. She was excited when I could do a line or two, "can't buy me love .... love..." Almost had to drive her home. Another one asked me if I remember when I was a baby being cuddled.

It was not two months ago when the girl next to me started talking; the place was crowded. I think she was in the speakeasy stage. She is a nice good girl with average looks but not sexy, wondering why she has no dates. She actually started to woo me in the dark in front of her friends. She even got hold of my Spotify playlist and was impressed by my music choices; I prepared the list to play at Julia's house.

Finally, there was no misunderstanding when she asked, "We are here for the 26th birthday of a friend, how old are you?" How can I answer that without consequence? I paused and tried something to duck it. Then a boy at the background shouted, "41". I was so pleased because a boy in his 20's think that I'm 41, and that's for an insult. But I was too soon and wrong to admit that. It was hard for the girl. That's why it is a difficult question. If I say 31 probably she would me her number and wonder why I didn't call.

Before that, I met an American girl who just finished college in Japan and moved back. All of a sudden she asked me if I have kids. I asnwered before I realized what she was up to. So much better than asking how old. If I have kids I have to have a wife or girlfriend. If I have ex, more time had passed.

All time high




What a gem I rediscovered. The full lyrics and my comments after.


1 All I wanted was a sweet distraction for an hour or two.
2 Had no intention to do the things we´ve done.
3 Funny how it always goes with love, when you don´t look, you find.
4 But then we´re two of a kind, we move as one.
5 We´re an all time high,
6 We´ll change all that´s gone before.
7 Doing so much more than falling in love.
8 On an all time high,
9 We´ll take on the world and wait.
10 So hold on tight, let the flight begin.
11 I don´t want to waste a waking moment; I don´t want to sleep.
12 1I´m in so strong and so deep, and so are you.
13 In my time I´ve said these words before, but now I realize
14 My heart was telling me lies, for you they´re true.
15 1We´re an all time high,
16 We´ll change all that´s gone before.
17 Doing so much more than falling in love.
18 On an all time high,
19 We´ll take on the world and wait.
20 So hold on tight, let the flight begin.
So hold on tight, let the flight begin.
We´re an all time high.

I know line (1) is talking about the movie but it's the best describing my motivation, and perhaps so do you.

(2) Yeah right, there are so many mind-blowing sex that you can do. But Caroline made my pants so tight when she kissed me that I had to unbutton and unzip before I could continue. I forget about my wallet, my glasses and maybe everything else whenever I said goodbye to Chanel. And being the marriage consultant, listening to boyfriend troubles like a soulmate. A few of many.

(3) The most unlikely at first meet became my girlfriends, if only for an hour at a time.

(4) The kind despised by society. Live by the moment. It's funny that when connected by a hard rod, we can always move as one. I often lift a cowgirl up and change position without pulling out, weight permitting. I had a video of myself doing the flat ironing on a relatively soft bed. It was like a pair of mating dolphins moving as one.

(5) Are we all looking for the next all time high?

(6) I think girls often go what they haven't gone before for the right customers, like regulars. For Chanel, it took a long while before DFK became standard and obviously toe sucking.

(7) so much more than making loving, falling in love in the broad sense. Like shopping, dining. Delving into each other's life.

(9) I think it should be take on the world and win. We had so many of our own battles to fight. We cannot fight together but we can have a sweet interlude, a kind of taking on the world together. Even for the most talented, I feel sad for them at times. And I hope my girls all win their battles in the end. It's hard for me in their shoes.

(10) It reminds me of holding on their waist tight while they ride on me. Or holding on to their perfect breasts while letting the ride. Again holding on tight on their breasts while spooning. Or tight on their wrists while flat ironing.

(11) I recall the rare moment in an all-nighter. Of course, I don't want to sleep but too tired sex after sex. When I woke up in the middle of the night opening my eyes, the cute girl was staring at me. So it was sex all over again.

(12) Yeah, there are often clingeworthy lyrics to go with the movies but this is not one of them.

(13) (14) There can be no certainty what's true. What is true for you is true.

Monday, April 01, 2019

Finally ...

I told Chanel (II) that Julie had quitted everything and that's why I was after her. There are not many girls with their calibre nowadays. She was flattered. Of course, she took me home just as she promised when I first booked her again after several years.

I told her all about Chanel I. When I met Chanel II, Chanel I got married not too long ago. I was still mourning. They have many things in common that I can't stop thinking of Chanel I when I was with Chanel II. If I began to care for her when she disappeared, I could not stand the double suffering. That's why Julie was a safe replacement. Anyway, that was what I explained to Chanel II why I didn't see her again for a few years. She seemed happy.

I also told her I am now qualified as a relationship consultant/therapist. I know what ladies want, a guy who knows what they do, someone that they can talk to. But men can forgive and forget what their ladies did, but not what they do. It's tough to visualize sucking dicks for a living. I also told her that Chanel I actually asked me whether she should be getting married. And I actually laughed that she should go for it, if she didn't need to sign anything. I was so bad. But she didn't expect to sign anything - two traditional families and her sisters all married well.

Chanel II was too impressed. She started to tell me the rest of her two boyfriends that she hasn't managed to tell me. I didn't tell her directly but she soon realized that they won't work. I began to stay longer at her home after sex, without worrying that she would have to kick me out. Of course, dinner dates. Everybody needs to eat, right?

I don't know if my prophecy was spot on, or she tried to make it happen. I told Chanel II perhaps she would be running into Julie at the downtown popular Gym, and that their personal trainers will likely know each other if not the same. She indeed caught up with Julie and told her how bad I felt.

Julie was so sorry. The truth is that she couldn't host. She did quit escort and dancing but she still has about two generous Daddies who wouldn't approve of her sex works. She thought it would be best and simplest to say goodbye to me like that. After all, I met her again last summer and you can count the max number of times that I had sex with her. That was true but you don't know how she kisses! Now she knows that I have no hard feelings for her so she said that she wouldn't mind seeing me but it would be just hard to find the chance.

It dawned on me that she could skip the gym and sneak into Chanel's apartment to do some exercises and I can personally train her ;-) Just when I thought it was a very dumb idea, I proposed to do a threesome. I'm quite sure they would have done it as a tag team. If not, even better if they agree to. Every escort should learn. I don't think I will enjoy as much as one at a time but it solves all the problems.

It started off when I asked Julie to teach Chanel how to kiss with tongue. She showed her, she tried, I said fail. We repeated a few times and had a good laugh. Then I sucked and squeezed on all four tits to see who's the best. Obviously, they had seen each other naked before. But now they can't stop checking each other who's got the better trainer, LOL. You know, Julie is a flawless stripper and Chanel is a perfect tall model. I was in heaven!

I knew I had to preserve energy to deal with these two girls. I missed Julie so much that I immediately inserted into her wet pussy from behind, a spoon. I turned her a bit so I was fingering her and fucking her at the same time right in front of Chanel for her to see. When she was getting hot I just put her own hand on her pussy and asked her to masturbate in front of Chanel. I told Chanel to masturbate for me to watch too. They were a bit shy but they just obeyed with their eyes closed.

When Julie was almost there, I ordered Chanel to eat her to climax. She hesitated. I expected that they could have done some kinky things together but I then I don't know to see Chanel's response. But I would take no for an answer. It was so hot and that was the point of no return. I rarely say bad words more than fuck but that moment everything came out from my mouth, dirty and degrading. I wouldn't be able to recall but it would be in the line of "you little whores, what have you not done for money? you lick balls and suck dicks, right? Now lick her pussy. You want $5 tips? $20? $100?"

Reluctantly, Chanel went for it. It was so lame that I kept saying, "Harder, harder ... you little whore!" If I sensed that she was offended, I would have apologized on the spot. But she kept going just as I commanded. So the verbal abuse got worse that I can't and won't repeat.

Then the big squeeze came. OMG! I couldn't have done it better all by myself without Chanel's help. The only problem was to hold on. I took a deep breath and clenched my fist. I survived the big one and a few aftershocks.

Time was of the essence. Immediately I kissed Julie on her cheeks and pushed her off fast. I commanded Chanel to sit on my dick. It was the same spoon but now Chanel's legs were wide open for Julie to see. And Julie knew she had to return the favour. While she was eating Chanel, I held her long legs to spread them as wide as possible and to sync her body with my fucking movement.

I told Chanel to squeeze her own tits. They all do that for a show. But this time I wanted to see red. I kept verbally abusing her until she did what I wanted. When I wasn't abusing her, I told her to practice what she just learned, kissing me like Julie. It wasn't too hard since you can kiss while flat ironing.

When Chanel was almost there, I told Julie that I wanted to come in her mouth. We did simulate that before but not really in her mouth. I wouldn't mind trying it again as I fucked enough this time, two of them. Chanel had a rather long big climax. As soon as she finished, I throw her away like a doll so Julie could dock her mouth onto my cock fast. I came buckets after buckets. Despite all the shaking and jerking, she didn't let go and took it all in her mouth. When she caught it all, she retreated slowly into the bathroom. I opened my eyes when I saw Chanel kneeling beside me waiting for instruction. "Suck it." And she did.

When Julie came back, I laid down in the middle of the bed and opened my arms. They held me on each side with their legs wrapped around me as if competing who's closest to me. If they had done anything wrong to me in my life they are all forgiven.

Hot, isn't it? Indeed my Chromebook crashed when all the juices ran out. Because it was a dual boot Linux somehow the boot system was corrupted for the 1st time and the whole book has to be factory reset.

And you would have thought that's the perfect heavenly ending?

The weather was so gorgeous the last weekend that Chanel asked me to go to the beach. Why would you be surprised? I took Emma to the beach when she asked; she was new to the area. When she had the need to pee, I drove her to a fast food joint and handed her a quarter to enter the toilet booths. She was so impressed as if I was a member of the local yacht club.

This time I took Chanel to a stretch of quiet beach that I came to be familiar with. I know Chanel I married and lived in a house by the beach there. When I missed her too much, had too many time in my hands, feeling too lonely too upset, I might go there all by myself. All the time I looked at the beachfront properties, I thought maybe one day we will meet again.

This time it was totally different. I had one of my two favorite girls in the world in my arms, a tall model barely wearing anything. She was enjoying the jealousy from other women while I enjoyed seeing the guys drooling on her. It was such an easy long walk that we forget about the time.

Then we came across an elegant woman with her little kid. Maybe she was the only woman that was able to catch my eyes on the beach. Why would I look at other women? She was in a swimsuit but well covered from the sun and perhaps covering her body to hide the fact that she obviously had a kid. But she was beautiful and elegant from what I see. When we walked closer I was checking her face to compare with Chanel by my side.

But fact is stranger than fiction. Perhaps I never spent so much time on that beach. Since I fucked her kissed her so many times, I couldn't have mistaken. This elegant woman is Chanel I !!! I almost fainted.

It took me a few seconds to collect myself. I could barely walk away. Then I was into deep thought. Actually, my brain was blank. Chanel II squeeze my hands and asked what's wrong. I told her. She starred seriously at me for a few seconds, and then smiled as if she thought of something.

She let go of my hand and went after Chanel I. Later she told me that she asked if Chanel I recognize an old friend, now her boyfriend. Then Chanel II asked if Chanel I mind having a few words with me for old time's sake, while she babysat her kid.

Chanel walked toward me, getting more and more beautiful as she came closer. She is more beautiful than I remembered, than in my dreams. After all, she is still under 30.

"How are you?", she asked.

I was speechless at first. The original Chanel was talking to me after all these years. I could have written down the dialogue to treasure for the next million years. But this is the spoiler.

As expected, she got married, lived by the beach and had a kid years after refusing. Eventually, her husband cheated with younger girls. She wasn't into him in the first place so they divorced, and she kept the house.

I asked if she had anybody else in her life. She said no but in a familiar phrase, "Was I being fucked enough?".  She answered with that phrase once I asked if she likes sex toys. But in general, she doesn't like sex that much. I believe her. I remember that she would rather have a husband who she could talk to, rather than keeping her history a lifetime secret.

As much as I hate being rejected in the greatest degree, I had to brave this or I will regret for the rest of my life. "Can we meet again to talk about old times?" She nodded slightly and very casually. Wow! My heart was beating hard but only now that I could feel it.

Then she looked slightly sideways at Chanel II. "Oh, she wouldn't mind.", I said. It's a big if but since she was so nice as to hook us up, I just hope. I would be going to ask her anyway, and Julie too. Also, it didn't need me to tell her than Chanel II has her same background. That's how I got to know her. "Boyfriend" was just a word of convenience.

"How about going to my house for a drink now?", she said so unexpectedly. "I'll ask her." It was understood that for politeness we both were invited. And I wouldn't leave Chanel II on her own. She is in my pocket but not Chanel I.

I went to Chanel II and told her about the invitation. She gave me a wicked smile and assured me repeatedly that I should go alone; there would be no fun for her talking with my old friend. We escorted Chanel II with barely anything on to my car. Then I followed Chanel I to her home with her sleepy little kid. In a way, I shouldn't be too surprised. She is beating a tall young model.

Anybody want to know what happened?

We met when it was late afternoon when the sun was less brutal. We talked until after dusk on everything, from her sex life with her ex back to how she really felt when I first sucked her toes. Good times.

That was when I got horny and she sensed it in my eyes too. I didn't hide it. I did it so many times, before, after, and during sex with her.

"I missed you.", I whispered just as I did to Julie when I stopped seeing her for a month and to Chanel II after I didn't see her for a couple of years. I really meant it every time. I would be really really surprised if she said I missed you too. She just smiled understandingly.

"Do you fancy a foot massage?", it should be tempting after a long walk on the beach.

"OK", she said playfully in case I was joking. She laid on the arm of the couch and put her feet on my lap. And so I started. I can do it well. She even complimented on my massage skills, on her feet, and on her back. The problem is, I never can do it more than 10 seconds when I got so horny. And since I paid so I could do what I paid for whenever I wanted in the hour. Now I didn't know.

10 secs had passed. And then another 10, and another. I couldn't hold any longer. I kissed on the back of her feet, barely touching her flesh. She didn't do anything. I waited 3 seconds before I looked at her reaction. Nothing, just a relaxing smile. So I playfully licked on the tip of her toe.

"Message only!", she said seriously but then couldn't stop laughing at my silly sex craved look. I seized the moment and sucked her whole big toe in my mouth. She laughed like the first time I did it. She must have not getting it since. Very quickly, I gave an adorning kiss on all of her toes, missing a few inevitably, then leaped forward to her side. I held her waist gently, got closer in slow motion to demand a kiss, but giving her plenty of time to duck.

She held my neck when I was at arm's length. It was a go. So I gave her the most gentle and most passionate kiss that I ever managed. It lasted maybe a minute or maybe 10; I wouldn't know. Then I let go of her lips and said "I love you" with my eyes.

"600 hundred", she said with a wicked smile. Actually, I wasn't at all surprised. I would have done that if I didn't bark on the idea of treating a suburban housewife with a big house as a prostitute. Even if it was a joke but it isn't for a fact.

"seven, my lucky number"

"Deal", she laughed at my bargaining skill.

"ATM now?" That didn't happen before with her but that's the protocol. She leaned forward and gave me an affectionate kiss on the lips.

So I took her hand, pulled her up from the couch. She led me into the bedroom, bold and shy at the same time like a high school kid. Beside the bed, she turned slowly with her head down. I grabbed her really tight, gave her a rough and tough kiss while squeezing her bottom really hard to release my sexual tension in me.

While still kissing her gently, I relaxed and began to undress her with my hands. But she held both of my hands with hers, and pulled away from my lips. With her head down, she said, "I'm older now and I had a kid." I understood what she said. She was insecure of her body, especially after seeing Chanel I. "Wait till she saw Julie naked", I thought.

I held her back gently, gave her a little wet kiss on her lips, and whisper in her ears, "It doesn't matter!". I just needed to get laid, I thought. "Do you want to turn the light off?" Obviously not.

She took a step back and began to take off her clothes nervously as if she was going to disappoint me and turn me off. I was a bit nervously too because I really really wanted her but you never know how bad it could be, if I could still maintain my erection.

After she peeled off the layer on top of her bikini, I could help but exclaimed, "Holy Moly!". She was smoking hot. Hotter than I met her at 19. You know suburban housewife running around the lakes with sports bras and short shorts can be very hot too, just different from girls, like with slightly fuller thighs. Chanel was hot like a stripper. She had a victory smile on her face while I was totally shocked.

"Have you been dancing in the clubs?", I asked with a careful choice of words as my best form of compliment. "Personal trainer", she smiled with satisfaction.

Why? Why on earth everybody got a personal trainer? Should I get one too? She was never big on sex. I believed her that she had nobody in her life. But a personal trainer? Did she watch too much Oprah?

I ripped off her bikini and throw it far far away to the corner of the bedroom so she couldn't get it to cover herself ever. I pushed her hard and send her tumbling onto the bed. I dived onto the bed without hurting her. Then I kissed her everywhere chaotically without rhythm and plan. But whatever I kissed, sucked or licked, in the middle of it, I would go back to stare into her eyes and kiss her. I wanted her so much.

After I had enough like 1st night out of prison, I asked her to do the usuals that the other girls do for me. I didn't tell her but I was comparing how they fare. Then I asked her to do the reverse missionary one more time. She didn't fake noises this time, but made yummy noises all the way, while looking me sweet like a candy. From time to time, when I was staring at her too intensely, she would dive down and kiss me, just like Julie!

The finale had to be my favorite, spooning her hard. I couldn't forget the facial expression I caught her on the mirror once. She was like a kid, unhappy after being denied candy. I wanted to repeat that, fucking her fast and furious while squeezing her breasts hard with both hands. But this time it wasn't about getting my money's worth. I wanted her to feel good, to remember my cock. While I was at it, I rubbed her pussy gently, caressed her breasts and kissed her with her head twisted.

But an idea came to me. I wanted her to come with me. I put her hand on her pussy and whispered in her ear, "Do it for me". She twisted her head and gave me her usual disapproval look, rolling her eyes. But she couldn't fake it for long with my cock deep inside her. My hand were on top of her hand encouraging her to rub her own pussy. Soon she got into the rhythm.

"Ah-owl ... ah-owl ... ah-owl", she was like a talking kitten instead of making sounds as she rubbed herself faster and faster. Finally, she got there with a burst of contractions on my cock. I let myself go and came with her. I held her tight without pulling out - my best form of cuddling. I wasn't going to let her go ever again.

We took a bath, we ate, we talked. Hours and hours went by so fast. I stayed the night with her face on my chest feeling my heartbeat. What a day that was.

What a day it is. So many things happening. So many things to write about. And I manage to do it in a day with minutes to spare!